Okay, I'm literally giving up my art just to write recently. You little fuckers better appreciate this. OH GOD IM SORRY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ;_; enjoy…
"Gregory, look we've searched all of those caves and found nothing. I don't think double checking is going to help any." I said sitting Indian style on my bed while Gregory was sitting across from me in my desk chair fuming and clearly agitated. We had spent the last three days looking in the multiple caves along the shore line before we just realized it was hopeless and nothing to be found. Well at least I did.
"There has to be something else in them, if we could just-"
"Dig ten feet into the dirt and rocks? No." I quickly said interrupting him.
He gave me a cold glare. "Look, we just need to think of a better place to look." I said calmly sympathizing with him.
It was clear on his face how much this amulet meant to him and his family. They had been searching years for it and only have a limited time before the next comet comes. Gregory alone is stressed out too much, if he was alive he'd be almost grey by now. I can only imagine how the rest of his family feels.
"And do you have any better ideas?" he asked. I opened my mouth just to shut it again. Honestly I didn't have the foggiest idea. I barley even knew about the amulet or his family. I was pretty useless.
"Why did you even ask me to help?" I asked crossing my arms and pouting my lower lip slightly.
He let out a sigh before getting up and crossing the room over to me. He patted my head like I was a child and gave me a sympathetic look, as if I was the one who needed his help.
"It's getting late and the sun will rise soon. Mortals need their rest."
Before I could even respond to him he had slide outside and closed my window. Honestly, he made me feel like such a kid sometimes. I wasn't a five year old little girl anymore, but I guess I also clearly wasn't Elizabeth. I was just Annabelle… I guess that's all I could be.
"Nan! Didn't Mom tell you not to leave your craft's out on the table?" I said slightly laughing as I walked into the kitchen to get myself a glass of juice.
Nan came walking in and she sat at the kitchen table with her things. "I didn't leave it, I was just looking for my glue stick sweetie." She patted the seat next to her, "Come sit with your old Nan and watch her reminisce."
I smiled and quickly sat down next to her. My Nan is a frail and skinny old woman. Now when I saw this I don't mean in the slightest that she can't take care of herself. She is very healthy in her early 70's, she is also very active. Well, about as active as she can be, she gardens a lot and goes out shopping and she will meet with some of her old friends, well, the ones still around anyway. Sometimes I wonder why we even had to move out to Scotland sometimes, she takes care of herself just fine, but maybe she was just lonely since Papa died.
Looking down at that table I saw she was gluing in some old pictures of her and Papa near the end of the scrapbook and adding some small embroiders to the outside of the pages. And now that I thought about it, I barely knew anything about my Nan when she was younger. I just knew when we had moved up here to help her when Papa had died. I didn't know him for very long but the times I remember with him were lovely.
"Okay, now that all this is done, why don't you let an old Scottish woman tell you her story?" my Nan began.
She started telling stories of when she was young and how she grew up here in this same town. But at the time she was growing up it was still a small village and not as expanded as it was now. She talked about how her father was the town fisherman and how they lived a more than comfortable life. She had two older brothers and one younger sister. They were all apparently very close but they had all moved away while she chose to stay in Scotland. She also spole slightly about World War II, but she didn't go into much detail for she was young at the time and her family didn't ever see the need to talk about it.
Then she started talking about her teenage years. Before we started to see the pictures, she told me of how she had a wonderful experience as a teenager into her young adult life, but she held a bittersweet smile on her face and hey eyes twinkled of the past and knowledge I clearly had yet to know. She was very reluctant to flip the page into her adolescence but she did.
Slowly but surely my Nan had flipped the page and before my eyes laid my Nan around maybe fifteen, a year younger than what I was now, but clearly, so irrevocably a mirror image of myself.
My eyes widened suddenly. My mouth slightly open. My Nan looked at me and chuckled clearly amused.
"Doesn't that face look familiar?" she asked clearly knowing the answer.
"Hey Nan, what is your first name?" I asked slightly scared to what I might get in return, but also anxious to see if my hunch was right.
Sorry it's short :( I also clearly rushed this and UGH SORRY.
